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A: Well, thanks for escorting me back. 
B: Mm-hmmm.
A: You want to see my room?
B: Oh, nice.
A: I mean, do you actually want to come in? I have a tea kettle. We could have tea or...I'm ridiculously nervous about tomorrow.
A: You can lie down. I know you're tired. I'll sit in the chair. Here you go.
B: I thought you were gonna sit in a chair.
A: Please let me be here. I need to lie down, too. We don't have to talk about work or anything.
B: All right. What should we talk about?
A: Marriage? Will you tell me about your wife? She was great, right?
B: She was. Molly was her name. She was a middle-school principal. Beloved.
A: So perfect. Long marriage?
B: Not long enough. 42 years.
A: Wow. What was that like?
B: You know when people say they want to grow old together?
A: Mm-hmmm.
B: Well, we did that. We met when we were 20. Well, I was 20. She was 19. And what was amazing is she never really changed. That's a hard thing to pull off. She handled life like it was easy. Always. Even when it wasn't.
A: God, I envy that. Are you hungry? We have, um, gummy bears, chocolate chips, pringles. Yup. I'm just gonna bring the whole thing.
B: You know those are like 15 bucks each?
A: Benjamin, I run a very big Internet company. Let's go crazy.
B: Okay.
A: So...
B: So...
A: Yeah, so...I got a weird one for you. Matt is cheating on me.
B: Wait a minute. You know about this?
A: What does that mean? Wait, you know about this?
B: I saw them together.
A: Oh, my god. When?
B: Yesterday. I'm...I'm sorry. I mean, it was an accident that I saw them, but I did.
A: Yesterday. Then it is still going on.
B: How long have you known?
A: For like 18 days. She's a mom at Paige's school. It's still so hard for me to grasp. I...I was in the kitchen making sandwiches and his phone was there. He was upstairs with Paige and h-he was getting all these text messages. And I don't know why, but I read them. It was not good.
B: Does he know you know?
A: No. 'Cause, honestly, I'm...I'm not ready...to deal with it. I would like to be a little less devastated if that is possible. It's classic, though, isn't it? The successful wife. The husband feels like his manhood is threatened, so he acts out. Girlfriend, I guess, makes him feel more like a man. Sometimes I'm not sure I know how to do that.
B: Hold on, hold on, hold on. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. You're not actually taking the rap for any of this, are you?
A: No! No, no. He is the one doing something wrong. I get that. Monogam-ish is not what I'm after. I-I'm just...I'm taking a sec...And I'm hoping that it's just a horrible lapse in judgement and not like, love.
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